Some pieces are timelessly flattering. They fit all bodies, suit all occasions. They elevate all who wear them. No matter your status or role on this momentous day, putting them on signals to the universe that you are, indeed, a powerful entity of historic gravity and intimidating potential.
Let’s get you dressed for whatever comes next.
Place atop your head the invisible crown of your many fortunate and determined ancestors. Forged of billions of years of congealed stardust, glistening optimism, and unknown danger, these headpieces represent links of majestic circumstance that stretched across swaying bridges of time to place you exactly where you are. Wear it proudly: it is a symbol of your well-earned coronation as a standard bearer of our collective, wild future. These crowns make any pair of pants, no matter how ragged or unwashed, appear fearsomely expensive.
A talisman of loss is a key accessory. If you’ve learned anything from your own history, flaunt that so that others might feel safe to do the same. A pendant at your throat, a dogeared picture in your wallet, a scar above a mostly-healed pain, keys to a place that long ago burned down—an artifact of something simultaneously beautiful and horrible announces to the world that you have survived and will continue to do so out of defiant love, animating spite, or a fierce combination of both. It’s how to manifest this season’s main vibe.
Anoint your skin with sacred wind. Let the molecules of ancient air that never rests firm and chill your eyelids, hands, and all four cheeks. Let the tingle of cleansing cold awaken your mind and point you in the direction of a grander tomorrow. Know that there is no perfume more intoxicating that the kiss of the winds of constant change, even when tinged with omnipresent pollution. No matter what you wear over this base-layer, you will be ready for anything.
Slip onto each eye a lens of compassion. While they may conjure tears when first worn, they will also allow you to see far beyond your immediate situation and will inform you of a world of possible and stable peace unseeable without them. They’re coming back into fashion, hopefully for many seasons.
Drape a cloak of purpose over your shoulders. You are either an agent of mischief and chaos or a pursuer of rigid order, so choose your cloak accordingly. In the pockets of mischief makers, you will find inks that have not yet become poems and fireworks that illuminate absurdity. In the pockets of order builders, you will find first aid kits and the seeds of a thousand solutions. The cloak you choose will alert all who spy you that you have work to do, vital work assigned to you by your own, kinetic identity.
Don’t leave the house without your foundation garments. These must-have, customized support pieces ensure you will turn admiring heads as you cross every threshold. Keep your emotional posture up with a mentor’s uplifting advice, the tight love of friends, and confidence boned with the steel of your previous accomplishments. You’ll find yourself freed, not constricted, by these pieces of armor that you wear so close to your heart.
Handcuffs of responsibility are magnificent jewels. The gilded alloys sparkle with importance and signify the vital role their wearer plays. You may have inherited yours, or stolen them with assertive motivations, but however you acquired them, these bracelets cement your status as a character with a leading part in the story of tomorrow. And we’re all wearing them, even if some of us deny it.
The right shoes can make or break not only your entire look, but your entire journey. Put on shoes with wings, preferably golden, ideally gifted by the gods. Make sure the feathers are smooth and the buckles are polished. Make sure the wind is right before you step into the sky. And most of all, make sure these shoes are borrowed, so that you have a better sense of where and who you are. Now you can go anywhere. If you think you don’t already have a pair, you’re wrong. You just tucked them away in your imagination, beside your other super powers, where they may have gotten a little dusty.
Tattoo your mind with useful information. Inject it forever into all you are, filling your neurons with the ink of book after book after book until the patterns mix and you are drunk on artful understanding. When you meet others adorned with matching artwork, you will know immediately that you have found allies for the building of fresh, fertile worlds, because these marks flow out of their skulls and into their mouths in the form of knowing words, and into their hands in the form of skilled motions.
Before you step outside, put on your highest badge of honor. You know the one: the lede in your eventual obituary. Wear it in the back of your throat, where it can illuminate your entire face. It will lift your chin, just the thought of it, and nourish you as you go about this day, the first one of your future.
You are now fully dressed for absolutely anything.